A long way
from catching up with the year, next couple of weeks if
the weather holds resignation might be better settled
for the ordeal of the shorter days. More than likely
previous years have been exactly the same which has
never stopped a gardener from casting around for
something to blame for what is in effect his idleness.
Naturally he who shall not be mentioned and his
misogynistic spineless coterie that now passes for a
major political party is right up there at the top of
the long list of idleness producing phenomenon, it's a
very close second to lunch.

Both are
fundamentally depressing, soul destroying and both seem
to be ever present in the dwindling years. I nearly
missed lunch today, I realized it was noon, and my purer
instinct was to go without lunch, briefly I felt free as
the air, liberated, and then around 1.30 I found myself
struggling with a collection of randomly sparking brain
cells, a most disorienting experience and most likely
symptomatic of a dementia that will require me to any
day now hang a label around my neck, name, address,
purpose of existence since date of birth. One things for
absolutely certain I will not be voting for anyone over
the age forty five.